The struggle to search for meaning. It’s 2020. There’s art.
I think it’s incomplete.
These letters, like this promise, is not for you.
This time last year I was bawling my eyes out in a public restroom.
I was born with an extremely rare and incurable disease…
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Women should be free to aspire to greatness in STEM fields, and also to be mediocre.
I’ve been reading more poetry lately.
What does it mean to be free? Spoken word poetry.
It’s been a hundred years. And it’s been a long 80 days in lockdown.